Episode 55

  After a loud roar, Zhao, the cultivator from Qingyuan Gate, suddenly emitted a green light all over his body. The light condensed into a shield-like shape in front of him and rose to a height of several dozen meters above the clouds. The shield moved with his body and flew through the air, blocking the giant blade and thousands of smaller weapons. He chanted incantations non-stop.

  A flash of flame appeared at the wide sleeve opening, and an object shot out, flying straight towards the dragon. The object landed on the dragon's head, and a loud roar was heard as the dragon rose into the air, its body emitting flames and smoke. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the dragon's body was covered in thousands of fire scales, with fierce flames burning like molten lava, spewing out in all directions.

  The heat waves rolled in, piercing through the protective shield. The cultivator, who had just reached the initial stage of refinement, couldn't withstand the heat and retreated in shock. Almost simultaneously, the sword rain also came crashing down, colliding with the fire dragon and killing each other. The sound of fierce flames and flying swords filled the air.

  The swords in the sky seemed to have a life of their own, striking the fire dragon in a net-like pattern. The fire dragon shot out columns of flame from its mouth, and its body was covered in scales that shone like a shield, colliding with the sword net in a deafening crash.

  Insufficient, only staring blankly, heart racing and jumping. A sense of fear emerged in my chest, growing stronger and stronger, until it was so intense that even the clothes inside were soaked with cold sweat! If I hadn't used strategy and medicine back then, if those five cultivators hadn't underestimated me, my life would have been lost to their hands long ago, where would I have gotten the strength for another battle? Not to mention that Chen Zi's cultivation of the Infinite God was earth-shattering! Even the cultivators in the temple were cultivating the Condensed Origin, plus those few Dharma body cultivators, and even if I had multiple lives, it would be all over! Being able to survive is truly a miracle!

  At this time, he was not surprised to wake up and knew that the cultivator's ability far exceeded his previous thoughts. So he stayed with a thousandth of his heart and mind to observe the battle situation. He understood the subtlety of the two sides' fighting methods, the techniques used, and the countermeasures, and verified them with his own thoughts, hoping to gain something. Not enough to observe the subtle, gradually entering the divine, the five senses suddenly unknowingly entered the battlefield. At first, the five senses were in severe pain, as if knives and swords were cutting into the body, and suddenly like a fierce fire burning the body, extremely hot and unbearable. Not enough to wake up suddenly, hastily collecting his mind and bowing his head to think:

  "Why not temper the realm of cognitive spirits here? People say this method is extremely dangerous, but I want to try it! The realm of cognitive spirits is where cognitive spirits and peripheral heavenly and earthly spiritual energies are connected, shaking their spiritual powers to perceive all things. How can we know that we cannot use them to attack enemies, and since they are already divine, how can we know that we cannot temper their abilities?"

  At that moment, the Insufficient suddenly and quietly invaded the war group with its spiritual domain, connecting the five gods and five senses. Suddenly, the body of the five senses was like entering a sea of flames, and encountering swords and knives, the pain was unbearable! At that time, the Insufficient's internal organs were all burning, and his three souls and seven spirits were also as if they had entered a purgatory, as if they would fly away and scatter with just one distraction. The Insufficient was drenched in sweat, biting his teeth to endure the pain, which was almost unbearable, and he nearly fainted. He sat down on the spot, pretending to be calm and observing. In reality, he used his mental strength to forcibly resist the invasion of the fire dragon and swords. Who knew that this danger was so great? Even a powerful person would not dare to try it! This is because when cultivators compete, they must stir up the chaotic energy of the heavens and earth in the contested area, and the divine abilities of the contestants will overlap and accumulate, making the local area like a small space with turbulent flows. The danger was like playing with knife edges! If there was even a slight mistake, one would fall into the crisis of being attacked by the spiritual senses. In lighter cases, the five senses would be severely injured and unable to recover, becoming ordinary people. In severe cases, the five gods would disappear, the six senses would be lost, and they would become plant-like bodies that could no longer live!

  Chang'er saw that he was not enough, so he sat on the ground, quietly observing the battle. He felt something strange in his heart, so he used his dharma eye to observe it. He saw that the five spirits were gradually gathering at the place of war, and the domain field formed by the gathered spirits was only about ten or more square meters in size! Astonishing! This method is just a realm of cultivation for those who have practiced the boundary of consciousness, but it is not enough to be able to exert great effort. What a wonder! From this, we can see that his cultivation is greatly different from ordinary people, and he cannot be rashly instructed, lest he ruin his unique path of cultivation! Indeed, there is no fixed method for cultivation, and everyone relies on their own luck! However, afterwards, he thought about the danger and was shocked. He didn't dare to startle him, fearing that he would lose concentration, and the five spirits would be difficult to support, leading to a great disaster. So, he slowly moved behind him to protect him with his dharma.

  The battle in the air grew more intense. Hei Shui Gu's Yang saw that Qing Yuan Men's Zhao was locked in a stalemate, and a thread of anxiety floated to the top of his heart. After a moment's thought, he gritted his teeth and secretly released an object from the wide sleeve of his robe. The object fluttered in the wind and transformed into a giant tiger with colorful stripes. A loud roar shook the mountain ridge. Within dozens of miles around this mountain range, hundreds of beasts were shocked, their legs softened, and they couldn't move. Even the thousand or so cultivators on this land felt uncomfortable all over. The tiger took to the air, aiming straight for Zhao. Its body was about ten to twenty feet in size, with a bloody mouth opening nearly a foot wide, revealing sharp teeth that sparkled under the firelight, as if devouring people's souls. Zhao was greatly shocked and hastily dodged on his cloud head, barely avoiding it. Although he managed to dodge, his clothes were mostly torn apart, shredded into pieces like they had been cut by scissors, with almost nothing left intact. Looking at the giant tiger again, it fiercely struck the ground where Zhao had stood earlier. Although Zhao had already dodged out of the way, a loud explosion followed, and the ground was smashed open, creating a massive crater about ten feet in diameter and several feet deep! Zhao looked on in great shock and uncontrollable anger:

  "You only said you wanted to spar, but you're being so ruthless! Your heart is despicable! Fine! Since that's the case, don't blame me for striking back too heavily!"

  One head hummed, one head with both hands formed a seal, the mantra in his mouth was uninterrupted. Suddenly, a soft hum was heard, and from the bag of law, only a white light flashed, flying out an object, which was a dark gray sword, nothing more than a common magic tool used by ordinary cultivators.

  "Hum! My sword is nothing special, just an ordinary immortal sword, yet it's come to make a mockery of you!"

  Yang Shixiong coldly laughed and said.

  But the next moment, no one could laugh out loud again! It turned out that his immortal sword was flying in the air, but suddenly transformed into a five-colored golden phoenix, sharp and agile, flying straight at the giant tiger. The giant tiger had just taken off, and the two beasts met, with only a soft hum like a ringing jade pendant, and then the giant tiger paused, suddenly splitting into two halves, falling to the ground like shattered objects. It turned out that it was only a tiger-shaped jade artifact, which had been split in two. In an instant, his treasure was destroyed! At the same time, Yang Shixiong let out a loud cry, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards, clearly severely injured, unable to continue fighting. The expressionless Saint Sword Mountain's Wang Xianchang calmly said:

  "Qingyuan Gate Zhao Yigang wins!"

  He glanced at Wǔ Cǎi Jīn Fèng with an air of nonchalance, thinking to himself:

  "It's actually the 'Phoenix God'! Unfortunately, the power of this sword is only one percent of its potential when wielded by someone else. Otherwise, not to mention a cultivator with a single law body, even a cultivator with a gathered mind could be killed! Alas, although the reward for this trip is not small, I'm afraid that the number of disciples lost from the top ten sects will not be insignificant!"

  That Wang Xian saw the green yuan door, Zhao Yigang collected the treasure, and intentionally or unintentionally glanced at a certain empty spirit place, which was actually the place where the five gods were not fully visible. In fact, the five gods had already been collected, and when he turned his head, he saw that Chen'er was standing behind him, and smiled:

  "How does one cultivate the Six Spirits?"

  "Insufficient brother, you're too reckless! If you get hurt, it'll be disastrous for the Six Gods! Moreover, with your Six Gods aura exposed, if someone with ill intentions were to plot against you, how would you defend yourself?"

  "It's easy to say, but the method of cultivating wisdom is extraordinary!"

  "Insufficient older brother, you......"

  "Hush! Listen! Which two sects are competing in the second round?"

  At this time, another immortal stepped out of the clouds and rose up

  "Ladies and gentlemen, the second match is between Taihe Gate and Huaxi Pavilion, a battle of skills."

  He finished speaking and stood with his arms folded on the top of a cloud. Looking at his expression, his eyes seemed to be closed but not quite, as if he wanted to look but was hesitant. Insufficient Dao said:

  "This must be the struggle among the disciples in the Refining Body period."

  "How is that?"

  Chang'er asked.

  "You can see it clearly from the repairs above and below the platform!"

  "Oh, brother is really meticulous!"

  Chang'er smiled and said.

  As expected, from among the crowd of Taoist priests and nuns, a tall figure suddenly spoke out in a loud voice:

  "Taihe Gate, Guo Dahi!"

  He made a bow with his fists clenched in all directions. The person who came out of the gate of Huaxi Temple was actually a young Taoist boy, holding a feather duster and making a greeting.

  "Huaxi Guan Ren Qiu Dao, Qing Ci Jiao!"

  Translation: "Huaxi Temple asks for the Tao, please impart your teachings!"

  Those two were also unprepared, and after the formalities, they swung their fists at each other. The result was that their fists met, emitting a metallic crashing sound, which was quite startling. After a loud crack, both of them flew backward as if they had been struck. Taohuamen's Guo Dahi flew out over ten zhang and stumbled back several steps before stabilizing his body. However, Huaxiguan's Ren Qiudao also flew out over ten zhang but landed very steadily. Guo Dahi furrowed his brow, and with a loud shout, he launched himself into the air, swift and agile. One hand grasped a fist in front of him, while the other formed a palm blade hidden in his sleeve. With his body flat and horizontal, he attacked Ren Qiudao with the speed of a flying swallow. Ren Qiudao roared:

  "Welcome!"

  He instantly dodged to the side, avoiding Guo Dahi's swift and fierce attack. The blow landed with a loud thud, striking the ground and creating a crater, sending dust flying everywhere. It was astonishing that an ordinary fist could possess such incredible force, rivaling that of a magical artifact! At the same time, the palm blade swept across the air, creating ripples that seemed to shatter the very fabric of space itself, as if it were a real blade slicing through the air. The illusory knife shadows that appeared numbered nearly a hundred, flying out in all directions and slashing at everything in their path. Even those who stood hundreds of feet away felt an icy chill run down their spines, leaving them shaken to the core. Ren Qiu Dao dodged once more, his feet stomping the ground as he leaned back, his body gliding backwards while parallel to the ground. At the same time, he shook out the feather duster in his hand, transforming it into a small shield that protected his body. However, the dark shadow followed closely behind, its long form covering him from head to toe. Ren Qiu Dao's heart sank as he silently cursed his fate.